sex story

The New England autumn rain had stopped by the time I drove the rental
south on Route 95 back toward my hotel.  It was late and the taillights
of the few cars on the highway shone on the wet pavement ahead of me. 
I had traveled back to my home town to visit family.  Not a
particularly happy visit.  A funeral, in fact.  Despite the sadness
that brought us together, it was good to see people who I hadn't seen
in so long.  It was over though, and I would fly home the next morning.


Those thoughts occupied my mind as I drove, and I guess I wasn't paying
close enough attention as I got a little too close to a black BMW in
front of me before swinging around to go by.  As I slowly passed I
looked over, the bright overhead highway lights illuminating the woman
behind the wheel.  She looked over, too.  I thought she'd be annoyed at
my close approach to her back bumper, but she seemed to smile as I
accelerated away.  I pulled back into her lane with her headlights in
my mirror.

My mind drifted off again until I got to the Airport exit and eased off
the interstate.  As I waited at the light at the bottom of the off
ramp, I noticed that the Beamer had pulled up behind me.  When I made
the left onto Post Road, so did she.  And she followed me onto the
street next to the hotel.  And then into the parking lot, pulling into
a space about fifty feet away.  Kind of a coincidence, I thought.

I gathered up a few things, got out of the car, and walked across the
wet asphalt to the entrance to my wing of the hotel.  I heard the
clicking of the Beamer Woman's boots following me, and as I opened the
door to enter the hotel, she broke into a little jog to catch up.  I
held the door for her and walked down the corridor to the elevator.

She was still right behind me.

The elevator door opened immediately and we both entered.  I hit the
button for the third floor and asked, "Which floor would you like?"

"I'm going to three, also."

As the car rose, I glanced over at a fairly stunning woman.  Early
thirties, I'd say.  Younger than me by a ways.  Wearing glasses, a very
stylish overcoat, and shiny black boots.  She stared straight ahead
until the door opened at the third floor.

"Have a nice evening." I said, and turned down the hall to my room.

When I stuck the card in the slot and opened the door, Beamer Woman was
about ten feet behind me.  Before I let the door close, I turned to
sneak one last look as she went by.

She didn't go by.

She stopped right in front of the door.  We stared at each other
silently for about five seconds.  Her overcoat was open at the top, and
I didn't see anything underneath.  I stood aside and allowed her to
brush right by me as she walked slowly into my suite.

She turned to face me in the semi-darkness, her hands in the pockets of
her coat.  I felt a moment of stupidity as I thought about what could
be in her hand.  But her hands were empty when she took them out of her
pockets, removed her glasses, and untied the belt which closed her coat
at the waist.

My tie was loose and my jacket unbuttoned, but I was starting to feel a
bit overdressed as the soft street light streamed through the window
and revealed the lovely, naked woman under the overcoat.  Her nipples
were like pink Hershey's Kisses on her cute little boobs.

"My name is Ben." I said.

"Good evening, Ben."

"And you?" I asked.

"When I do this, my name is Shay."

"Why me, Shay?"

She looked me in the eyes and said, "The why of this is none of your
business.  It's about me."  She stepped close to me and whispered, "I
think you're gonna like it though."

Shay gently put her hands on my chest and leaned in for a kiss.  It was
the sweetest kiss I'd had for a long time.

When our lips parted, she ran her hands down over my body, pressing her
fingers into my abs before unbuckling my belt and opening my pants.  As
my cock flopped out she looked up at me again and slowly went to her
knees.

Two strokes and I was stiff in her hand.  Shay smiled, took me in her
mouth and started a beautiful, wet blowjob.  I threw off my jacket,
lost the tie and shirt, and stood there with my hands resting on the
sides of Shayla's head as she bobbed on my dick.

She squeezed her breasts and massaged her clit as she no-handed the
blowjob, all the while staring straight up at me.  She came up for air,
and murmured, "So...fucking...hard."

I pulled her up to her feet, and kissed her again.  No sweetness this
time, our tongues fighting for possession of the other's mouth.  Shay
broke away, breathing hard now, and shrugged off her coat as I kicked
off my shoes and socks and jumped out of my pants.

When I glanced at her legs she said, "The boots stay on.  I'm not gonna
be here that long anyway."

Shay turned and climbed onto the bed, and I got my first look at her
gorgeous, perfect ass.  I reached out and gave her a playful smack, and
she spun around quickly and said, "I hope you can hit harder than that,
Ben."

I pushed her onto her back with the intention of spearing her sweet,
bald pussy with my tongue, but before I could get there, Shay grabbed
me by the hair and said, "Uhn-uh.  Lie down.  I want you in me. 
Right...fucking...now."  In the blink of an eye she had straddled me
and slid my cock into her very wet pussy.  Shay wiggled slowly down my
dick, sinking all the way onto me.  She leaned forward, dug her nails
into my chest, and started a hard, grinding fuck.  Her hair swished
across her pretty face as she moved on me.  Shay looked so good riding
my cock.  I thought that her nipples were hard when she first opened
her coat, but now when I reached up and pinched them between my
fingertips they felt like little bullets.

Then, for the first time since she stopped in front of my hotel room
door, Shay closed her eyes, losing herself in the fucking.  I
remembered what she had said minutes before, and gave her very sharp
spank on the ass.  Her eyes jumped open and her pussy clenched my cock.
"Fuck." she breathed, "You were paying attention, weren't you?"

She smiled and kept right on fucking me.  Her body shuddered every time
my hand fell and the crack of my palm on her sweet ass echoed through
suite.  She was moving with purpose now, and the only purpose in either
of our minds was Shayla getting off.

"You're gonna come, aren't you Shay?"

WHACK!

"You're gonna fuck me ‘til you come on my hard cock."

SMACK!

Shay's clit was glued to my pubic bone as she squirmed on my dick.  I
grabbed her by both of her wrists and held them tightly.  She suddenly
sat straight up on my cock as her body rocked with the beginning of her
orgasm.

"FfffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuUUUUCK!"  I let go of her wrists and held her
tits roughly.  Shay's awesome ass was moving in thirteen different
directions as she came...and came...and came.

After things settled down, Shay was resting her body on my chest.  My
cock was still hard inside her.

"I've done this before.  Three times." she said.  "It's never worked out
quite right.  Not the way I want it to.  Something always made it less
than perfect."   She put her face nose-to-nose with mine.  "But this
was fucking perfect."

Shay climbed off my cock.  I figured that it was over.  She looked at
me.  "Hey, you didn't come, did you?"

"You said that this was about you." I reminded her.

She paused.  "Yeah, well.  Listen, I've gotta go soon, but here's the
deal."  She walked over to her coat and took something out of the
pocket.  "After I get lubed up, you've got five minutes, okay?"  Shayla
oozed some lube onto her palm and smiled at me as she started working
it into her little butthole.  "You're a good boy, Ben.  And good boys
get to fuck me in the ass."

Well, I almost came right there when she said that.  Shay tossed the
little bottle aside and hopped back onto the bed.  She slathered the
last of the lube on my cock.  "Whoa, be careful girl." I said.

She laughed and got on all fours.  She tossed her hair back and smiled
over her shoulder.  "Remember, in five minutes I'm putting on my coat
and walking out of here."

Now it was my turn to laugh.  "No problem."

I turned my attention to Shay's ass.  Her wonderful, glorious,
magnificent ass.  And the cute puckered hole right in the center.  I
put my hard cock against her butt, and after the head popped through, I
pushed.  Not fast.  Not slow.  Steady.  All the way in.  Then all the
way back out...almost.  Then in again.

Shay moved back into my hips as I grabbed a handful of her hair and
fucked her sweet ass relentlessly.  The fingers of her right hand
curled into her pussy, my balls bouncing on her knuckles as we both
went for it.  "I'm gonna fucking come again." she moaned.

"How much time have I got?"

"One minute."

I twisted her hair firmly and slammed my cock into her, hard.  "How
much?"

"Okay!  Two minutes!"

I laughed again.  I was right on the edge, and all I wanted was for Shay
to come with me.

She didn't make me wait.

Shay arched her back and started a low howl.  I cracked my hand on her
ass again, and she kept howling softly as her whole body shook like an
earthquake was hitting the hotel.  Her perfect butthole clenched on my
cock as her second orgasm hit us both.  My balls exploded and I
unloaded inside her like a fire hose.

As promised, in two minutes Shay had her coat on.  She gave me one last
sweet kiss and walked toward the door.  She looked back and said, "See,
Ben?  I told you that you were gonna like it."

Standing by the window in the darkness, I watched as minutes later the
black BMW rolled out of the parking lot, took a right on Post Road and
headed back to the highway, her taillights shining on the wet pavement
just like when I first saw her.  Shay never did answer my question,
"Why me?"  I guess it didn't matter after all. 

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